Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Ornette Coleman,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Girls At Our Best!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Count Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.